Chapter 384 Suppression

Sun Ze laughed frivolously, "Boy, your tone is quite strong. Ye Yan) advises you, it's best not to meddle in other people's business."

Mo Hua looked calm and said:

"If I draw formations for these casual cultivators, will it interfere with your Sun family's affairs?"

Sun Ze sneered, raised his head and said loudly:

"This Qiandeng Town is the territory of my Sun family. Without the permission of my Sun family, no one is allowed to draw formations for these casual cultivators!"

These words seemed to be spoken to Mo Hua, and also to the spiritual farmers in Qianjia Town around him.

Sun Ze glanced at Mo Hua coldly again:

"Our Sun family is kind enough to entertain you, but you don't appreciate it. Instead, you kick your nose in the face."

"You can just draw a formation for these people. Our Sun family will turn a blind eye and pretend they can't see them."

"I didn't expect you to go too far and meddle in other people's business."

"One formation, ten spirit stones. If you draw so many formations for them, our Sun family will be short of hundreds of spirit stones. How should we calculate this account?"

Mo Hua glanced at the formation pattern on the field ridge, "It costs less than one spiritual stone to build a formation, but your Sun family actually received ten?"

"What do you know? This is the formation master!" Sun Ze said arrogantly.

"What is the status of an array master? These people are simply beyond their reach!"

"Our Sun family is willing to help these spiritual farmers draw formations. This is their honor. They only accept ten spiritual stones, so they should be more grateful! What else is there to be dissatisfied with?"

Mo Hua glanced at Sun Ze faintly, with a vaguely condescending air:

"You guys are worthy of being called formation masters?"

Sun Ze was slightly startled, then his face turned gloomy and his eyes became sinister.

Mo Hua's words touched his sore spot.

He can only draw four formation patterns. Strictly speaking, he is indeed not even an formation master.

Although he was too lazy to learn and draw formations, and his ability in drawing formations was poor, he didn't allow it, and others laughed at him for not being a formation master.

Especially the person who laughed at him was still a teenage monk.

Sun Ze's expression changed. After a moment, he made up his mind and smiled sinisterly:

"Boy, you are quite talented. But you are young and have little experience. You don't know that this world of cultivation is dangerous and people's hearts are unpredictable."

"Today I show my kindness and teach you how to be sensible and how to do things!"

Sun Ze's eyes were cold and he winked at the monks around him.

Several tall monks from the Sun family walked over to Mo Hua.

Halfway through, he was stopped by a big man.

The big man said: "Sun Ze, if you have anything to do with us, don't make it difficult for me, young gentleman."

After speaking, the big man secretly winked at Mo Hua, wanting Mo Hua to leave first.

But the ink painting turned a deaf ear.

Sun Ze said disdainfully: "Ding Dachuan, please stop meddling in other people's business."

Ding Dachuan also said: "Sun Ze, don't think that we are easy to bully."

Other spiritual farmers also gathered around, trying to stop the Sun family monks.

Sun Ze raised his eyebrows, "Want to rebel?"

"You Sun family, don't bully others too much!"

"That's right, let's just bully us. The young gentleman is kind enough to help us draw the formation, but your Sun family won't let him."

"You will be punished for doing this."

…

The spiritual farmers were talking a lot.

Sun Ze clicked his tongue and cursed:

"A bunch of low-minded people who won't be honest if they don't fight!"

Several tall monks from the Sun family took action directly.

The spiritual farmers only do farming, are not good at Taoism, and most of them are old, so they are naturally no match for the Sun family monks.

Only Ding Dachuan could hold on for a while, but he was soon beaten to the ground.

Ding Dachuan felt bitter in his heart and could only shout urgently:

"Little sir, go quickly!"

It was a huge favor that Mo Hua could draw formations for them. Naturally, they didn't want to involve Mo Hua anymore because of their conflicts with the Sun family.

But Mo Hua stood there with a calm expression, just looking at Sun Ze thoughtfully.

Several Sun family monks broke through the crowd and walked towards Mo Hua. There is only more than ten feet away from the ink painting.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly focused, and he was about to raise his hand, but was suddenly startled.

He found that Miao'er, who was originally following him, was also in front of him, opening his small arms as if to protect himself.

I don't know if it was because Mo Hua helped his grandfather draw the formation, or because he let him eat chicken, or because he gave him cakes.

Although Ding Miaoer's calves were shaking with fear, she still stood in front of Mo Hua with a tight face.

"What a good boy..."

Mo Hua smiled slightly and said silently in his heart.

A big man from the Sun family who rushed at the front smiled contemptuously when he saw Ding Miaoer shivering but still trying to show off her strength, and stretched out his big hand to grab Ding Miaoer.

But in a blink of an eye, it was empty.

Mo Hua had already taken Miao'er and took a few steps back.

The big man from the Sun family was startled.

Mo Hua put Miao'er on the ground and touched his head. Then he looked at the arrogant Sun family monks and said with a gentle tone but a cold look in his eyes:

"I haven't done anything for a long time. My techniques are a bit unfamiliar and I can't grasp the importance. Please bear with me."

Sun Ze chuckled and said:

"You little brat, what stupid things can you say when you are about to die?"

The big man from the Sun family also smiled ferociously, stepped on the ground, and used his strength to rush towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's eyes were calm and he gently raised his hand.

In an instant, the crimson fireball condensed, even making a slightly anxious sound.

Mo Hua's consciousness moved slightly, and the fireball flew out with great speed, drawing a dim flame in the air and suddenly hitting the big man's chest.

Waves of fire exploded, mincing the big man's clothes and scorching his flesh and blood.

The big man's momentum came to an abrupt halt.

It was as if he had been hit by a huge spiritual force while walking, and his chest was stuffy and suffocating.

In the overflowing firelight, the big man rolled his eyes, and the whole person fell down slowly like a deflated ball.

There was a dead silence all around.

Sun Ze was shocked.

What the hell is this? Fireball? !

Several Sun family monks had cold sweat on their backs, and they all looked back at Su Ze, asking him what to do with their eyes.

Sun Ze was quick-witted and said:

"Fireball! He is a spiritual practitioner!"

"Rush up together, hold him close, and don't give him a chance to cast spells!"

The Sun family monks nodded and obeyed, and divided into five or six directions, some in front and some behind, and surrounded Mo Hua together.

Mo Hua still stood calmly, raised his hand gently, and shot a fireball.

The deep red fireballs never missed.

Each fireball would hit a Sun family cultivator and would severely injure him.

The foundation-building consciousness, the compressed and condensed fireball technique, even if it was only the first-grade Qi Refining, should not be underestimated.

The fireball whistled and the flames exploded.

The Sun family cultivators fell one after another.

In the end, only two cultivators successfully rushed to the front of Mo Hua.

The two were overjoyed, but before they could make a move, they felt that Mo Hua disappeared in a flash.

When they looked again, Mo Hua was already five or six feet away from them.

What is this?

Body movement?

The two people's eyes were dull.

But they didn't dare to rush forward.

This five or six feet distance was enough for Mo Hua to cast five or six fireballs.

It was also enough for them to fall five or six times.

But they didn't dare to escape, otherwise they would expose their backs to Mo Hua.

For a while, the two were a bit in trouble.

Mo Hua was not polite to them. With a small hand, he shot two fireballs, knocking them down.

Then Mo Hua felt that it was not safe, so he added another person.

In the spiritual field, in a flash, only Sun Ze was left.

Sun Ze stood alone in the spiritual field, and all the cultivators of the Sun family were lying around him.

An absurd sense of fear surged in his heart.

What happened?

But a small cultivator of the seventh level of Qi Refining knocked down all the cultivators of their Sun family?

What on earth is this fireball?

It is fast, accurate, and powerful?

Is this really a spell that humans can use?

Sun Ze thought it was absurd.

Suddenly, Sun Ze came back to his senses and found that Mo Hua was looking at him, with crystal clear eyes and inexplicable meanings.

He used to think that this look was childish, but now, he felt very scared.

Sun Ze turned around and ran, but after a few steps, he turned around again and rushed to Ding Miaoer, who was shocked by the fireball technique and opened her mouth wide.

He figured it out, he couldn't run away.

At this time, he might as well give it a try.

This kid seemed to have some friendship with Mo Hua, so he could take him as a hostage, which could both threaten him and facilitate his escape.

But his every move was clearly discernible in Mo Hua's consciousness.

Even his eyes and intentions could not escape Mo Hua's perception.

Before he could pounce in front of Miaoer, Mo Hua clenched his palm and grabbed her from a distance.

Light blue water spirit power appeared out of thin air, condensed in an instant, formed chains, and tied Sun Ze tightly.

Sun Ze struggled like a fish that crashed into a net.

When he finally broke free from the water prison technique, he saw a fireball flying in front of him in an instant.

Sun Ze only had time to cross his arms and cover his face, then he heard a bang, felt dizzy, and then Sun Ze fell to the ground, unconscious.

Before he fainted, he thought vaguely:

"This is what it feels like to be hit by a fireball..."

"It hurts so damn much..."

...

When Sun Ze opened his eyes again, he saw a fair and pretty face, but it still frightened him.

Mo Hua stood in front of his head with a thousand-pound stick in his hand, and said in a crisp voice:

"I heard that you want to teach me how to do things?"

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